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  When he was all the way in, he pulled the vibrating bullet out of her cunt, and started to thrust. He pounded her into the cross as her body soared again with the certain knowledge that she was indeed his, and when he bit her again, Goldie screamed as pleasure erupted from that bite, and tipped her over that edge again. Jason thrust harder, deeper, as he sucked and licked his bite, prolonging the stabs of pure need that made her scream until she was hoarse.

  When the room stopped spinning, Jason released the restraints, and she collapsed into his arms, a trembling, spent mass of thoroughly fucked woman. She snuggled into his embrace when he cradled her to him, and carried her out of his room into another. The way he lowered her onto the bed as though she was made from spun glass made her eyes fill with happy tears, and she almost blurted out the feelings on her heart.

  Goldie basked in the emotion she saw in his golden eyes, ridiculously happy that he was pleased with her. His gaze darkened when he traced his bite mark on her shoulder, and she drifted off to sleep with his growled words in her ear.

  “You’re mine now, baby. Rest, I’ll explain what this means, when you’re more yourself. Cat will look after you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Catalina pursed her lips and glared at her brother, as she observed the tender interaction between Jason and Goldie. The poor girl looked utterly worn out, and Cat’s temper spiked.

  Goldie slipped into an exhausted sleep the minute Jason stopped talking to her, and Cat gave her fool of a brother a shove that sent him halfway out of the room. He growled at her, but took the hint, and after Cat closed the door softly so as not to disturb Goldie, she let rip.

  “What the fuck did you to her? That girl looks exhausted, and from what I glimpsed of her back she’s already got bruises forming.”

  When Jason shrugged his shoulders and grinned, it took all of Cat’s willpower to stop herself from shifting and taking a chunk out of her brother.

  “He fucking did what?” Jacob sounded as furious as Cat felt, as he, too, rounded on their brother. Cat didn’t miss the longing look he threw at Catalina’s closed bedroom door, as though he was itching to reassure himself their girl was okay. It soothed her savage beast a little. At least they were all as besotted with their human mate as each other.

  “I did what y’all wanted me to do. I claimed her.”

  Jason’s grin slipped a little, when Cat and Jacob both growled at him.

  “Oh, of all the stupid, chauvinistic, dick driven excuses of your tiny male brain that I’ve ever heard, what the actual fuck—”

  Catalina couldn’t carry on, as her bear took over and the rest just came out as a distorted growl.

  Her asshole brother crossed his arms over his chest, and Jacob shook his head, but took a step away from her. Oh, if only she had her whip handy, she’d flail her point across Jason’s broad back. Stupid ass males, the lot of them.

  “Now, sister, dear, don’t lump me in with him. I’ve been telling him from the beginning, he should explain this and claim her, so if he’s done that then—”

  “Bless your hearts, that’s okay then.”

  Both her brothers reared back at the insult she delivered while smiling sweetly, like the good southern belle she was supposed to be.

  Not that she ever aspired to be one, but it sure got her point across, as her brothers glared at her.

  “Are you finished, Catalina?” Jason’s clipped tones of annoyance made Cat smile, and it was her turn to shrug her shoulders.

  “Far from it, brother dear, but y’all run along and go and watch your soccer game, while I go and clear up your mess.”

  Jacob growled, and Jason grew taller and far more menacing in front of her. Not that Cat was impressed by his antics. He might be the Alpha of their little group, but a swift kick to his balls would bring him down just as easily as any other male. As satisfying as it would be to see him writhe round the floor in agony, she really wanted shot of him now, so that she could take care of their precious girl. Goldie needed pampering or she’d be extremely sore, and Cat had some plans of her own for that girl.

  She made a shooing motion with her hands, and turned her back on them, only to be stopped by Jacob’s hand on her shoulder.

  “You’ll look after her, won’t you?” he asked. If anyone else would have challenged her thus, she’d have torn their head off, but she could sense her brother’s worry, so she merely shrugged his hand off, and turned back round to glare at him.

  “Are you telling me what to do with my sub?” she asked, and both men growled in answer.

  “Our sub,” Jacob said.

  “And our mate,” Jason added, and Cat rolled her eyes.

  “Yours, you mean, not that the girl has any idea what it means as you didn’t see fit to tell her. What’s more, as y’all well know there’s no way in hell I can touch her now without my bear wanting to claim her, too, so—”

  “So claim her.” Jason interrupted her, and her inner animal grinned in agreement, and Jacob scowled.

  “You, too, Jacob, once Cat’s done with her. I’ll explain what it means when you’re all done. That way, she might not run.”

  “That’s your plan?” Jacob ran a far from steady hand through his hair, and Jason shrugged.

  “Best I could come up with at short notice. She’s human, so she won’t be bound by this, like a shifter would, but I’m hoping it’ll make her more receptive to our bears, when we do reveal them.”

  “Or it will make her run away even faster, because you didn’t tell her in the first place. Jeez, Jase, I agree with Cat. Sometimes you’re dumb as fuck.”

  Catalina laughed at that.

  “Naturally, it comes with the attachment between your legs. Now go, do whatever it is you males do at those soccer games and let me do some damage control.”

  “If you need us, I’ll keep my cell on,” Jason said, and Jacob, too, grumbled his approval with that plan.

  “I won’t need you, but thanks so much for your generous offer.”

  She shut the door to her bedroom in their grumbling faces, and took a deep breath in. Goldie’s delicious scent, even marred by Jason’s as it was, calmed her bear instantly, and she took a moment to just appreciate the fragile femininity of the girl curled up in her bed. She’d turned to her side in her sleep, and the sheet Jason had used to cover her up, had slipped down to her waist. It exposed the graceful curve of her spine, and Cat ground her teeth at the myriad of red marks marring her pale skin. One thin red stripe in particular, no doubt left by a cane, looked extremely angry as though it had come close to breaking the skin, and she stepped closer to run her fingertips over the exposed area. Goldie flinched away from the touch, and woke up with a start. The pain filled moan that escaped her lips as she turned over, and the momentary panic in her eyes, when she spotted Cat, made Catalina’s bear grumble her annoyance. Goldie’s eyes widened further, and while her pupils dilated in seeming arousal, her gaze darted wildly from Cat to the door, around the room, and back again. Catalina didn’t miss the way the girl’s breathing hitched when she took in the array of whips on display on Cat’s wall. They were her favorite implement, but she had no intention of using them on Goldie. Not today, anyway.

  She smirked at her thought processes, as she imagined Goldie, naked and tied up, taking the strokes from Cat’s whip, and she squeezed her thighs together as her pussy clenched in arousal. Far too tempting a thought, but that would have to wait, and if Goldie made it a hard limit, it would never come. It was a sobering thought, especially as it didn’t bother Cat as much as she’d have thought it ought to.

  Goldie’s hands nervously fisted in the bed covers as she yanked them up to her chin, and when Cat raised an eyebrow, and tapped her foot on the floor, she hastily let the sheet drop. Cat’s stomach dropped along with it, as Goldie’s large breasts came into view. The nipples, still lovely and red after the attention they’d no doubt received from her brothers last night, pebbled under Cat’s silent perusal like a silent offering to taste them, and C
at knew her own were straining against the leather cat suit she’d thrown on when she’d got up this morning. It had been her intention to go down into the club, and practice her whip skills. Not that anyone would be about at this time of day, but she never set foot in there without the mask of Mistress Catalina firmly in place. Right now, she wished she wasn’t wearing the heavy makeup that came with that persona, because Goldie was clearly frightened of that side of her. In truth, that wasn't who Cat wanted to be with Goldie, and it certainly wasn’t what she needed right now, but it might prove useful to get the girl to agree to be taken care of.

  “Where’s Jason?” she asked, and the wobble in her voice made Catalina’s anger with her brother spill over into her reply to Goldie.

  “Not here, and that’s all you need to know right now. You’re mine, little girl.”

  Goldie swallowed visibly at that reply, and Catalina moved to the other side of the bed to enable her to take what she needed out of her bedside drawer. Goldie’s heartbeat drummed in her ears in the quiet surrounding them, and the girl’s nervousness punched her in the gut like a physical force, when Catalina turned round and approached her again, with the little pot of healing salve in her hand.

  Emotion choked her throat at the inherent worry in Goldie’s cornflower gaze as it darted from her to the pot in her hand and back up to her face. Talk about someone being terrified. Normally speaking, Cat thrived on getting that reaction from a sub, but she didn’t want this sweet girl—her mate—afraid of her. Dammit, she was her mate, regardless of whether she’d cemented that bond by biting her, and she wanted Goldie’s submission and her love, freely given, not forced on her.

  “Can you walk?” When she finally managed to croak out that question, Goldie jumped, and Cat forced an encouraging smile on her lips. Or, at least, she hoped it looked that way. For all she knew, she might look as though she wanted to pounce on the girl. Her bear was far too close to the surface now that she had got Goldie in her bed and they were alone.

  Muffled male laughter carried through, and Goldie’s eyes darted to the bedroom door, as the heavy door guarding the entrance to their living quarters, fell shut with a dull thud. There went her brothers then—good!

  “I asked you a question, girl?” Her clipped words made Goldie flinch anew, and Cat regretted them immediately. Sitting down on the bed she tipped her chin up.

  “For heaven's sake, stop acting as though I'm gonna eat you. As appealing as that thought is, Jason was right. You need a good long soak in the bath and then a massage to protect your skin. He was far too hard on you.”

  Goldie's mouth fell open at the grudging delivery, and she at long last looked at Catalina. Some of her terror fled when Cat smiled at her.

  “That's better. He should be doing this, but he's got urgent business to sort out before the game, so I'm the next best thing.” She straightened, and Goldie's gaze fell to the little plastic tub in her hand.

  “What's that?” she asked, and the tremor in her voice pulled at Cat’s heartstrings, and she softened her voice a little as she replied.

  “That, my sweet, is my very own recipe of healing salve to make you as good as new. Never had to use it on one of Jason's subs before, mind you. I'll be having some more words with that brother of mine.” She ran one finger down Goldie's collarbone and smiled again. “Not that I can blame him. You'd try the patience of a saint, and he's way too enamored of you.”

  Goldie's heart gave a little lurch, and she hastily dropped her gaze when Catalina raised an eyebrow and tapped her nose.

  “Now again, can you walk?”

  “I'm not sure, why?”

  The dominant in Cat didn’t like to be questioned, and she raised an eyebrow, and frowned down on Goldie. The action made the girl drop her gaze and fiddle with the bedcovers again.

  “Yours is not to question why, sub. Now up you get.”

  Catalina held out her hand and after a moment’s hesitation, Goldie took it, and Cat pulled her up. Goldie swayed, but she stayed upright, and Catalina slid one arm round her waist with a muttered, “Men.”

  ****

  The grumbled word made Goldie giggle. How often had she uttered that very same word under her breath, and probably with far less exasperation than Cat had just shown? It made her feel closer to the other woman, and she blurted the thoughts on her heart out without thinking of the consequences.

  “I don't know, I'm rather fond of two of them at least.” She bit her lip nervously when Cat stiffened. Oh shit! Had she pissed her off again? Catalina didn't respond. Instead, she helped her across the room into the bathroom where she ordered Goldie to sit on the side of the bath. Goldie thought it wise to do as she was told. After all she now was under the woman’s care, whether she wanted to be or not, and besides a bath sounded heavenly about right now. Everything hurt, and while it was a good ache, it was nonetheless pain she wasn’t used to, and she didn’t particularly fancy hobbling around the place tomorrow. Unbidden her hand strayed to a particularly sore spot on her neck, and her heart beat faster. Master had bitten her there, she remembered now, and it had caused her whole body to light up in arousal so fierce, her clit clenched just remembering it.

  Cat noticed of course, and frowned at her. A frown that changed into a curious smile when her gaze fell on the actions of Goldie’s digits.

  “Does that hurt?” she asked, and Goldie shook her head and hastily dropped her hand. When Cat stepped closer and traced the bite mark with her long fingernails, need coursed through Goldie’s veins with a speed that took her breath away, and she gulped in air.

  “Relax, sweet thing, and answer my question.”

  Catalina’s amber gaze connected with hers, and Goldie lost herself in the deep concern she read in the other woman’s eyes. Emotions chased each other across Cat’s irises, and just like her brothers’ eyes, hers, too, took on an eerie glow that should surely be terrifying, but had the opposite effect on Goldie. It served to pull her further under Cat’s spell. The barely functioning rational side of her brain, which she’d seemed to have left behind at the check-in desk to the club last night, did make a brief reappearance. There was something wrong with this. Something she couldn’t put her finger on. Something that should worry her a great deal, because when Cat and her brothers did that, they didn’t look human anymore. Couple that with the strange growling and sniffing they seemed so fond of it, not to mention their penchant for biting her and…

  Goldie drew a big massive blank, not least, because Cat chose that moment to step so close that her alluring scent wrapped itself around Goldie. It made it hard to form any coherent thought, as her pussy flooded, and the sexual tension between them skyrocketed.

  When Cat bent down and inhaled next to Goldie’s ear, she stopped breathing altogether.

  “Answer me, little one, does his bite hurt?” Cat licked Jason’s bite, and Goldie groaned her answer.

  “No, it doesn’t. It…”

  Heat flooded her cheeks, because she grew ever wetter between her thighs, and there was no way Cat would miss that. Sure enough, Goldie could feel the other woman’s soft lips curl into a smile as she continued to lave, nip, and suck her brother’s mark on Goldie’s skin, until Goldie couldn’t help but fidget against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. If she moved just a little she’d be able to rock herself against the edge and…

  Catalina’s claw like fingernails dug into her hips, and stopped that involuntary movement, as she took a mouthful of Goldie’s skin, and bit down.

  Goldie gasped, and held perfectly still, as Cat pulled back, allowing her teeth to scrape along Goldie’s skin in much the same way as Jacob had done, before she pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

  “Good, we like to bite, as you’ll notice.”

  Goldie’s laugh sounded slightly hysterical, even to her own ears, and Catalina’s amusement fled.

  “Does that worry you, sub?” she asked, and Goldie shook her head.

  “Not exactly. I would prefer you did it where it doesn’t sho
w, and…” She dropped her gaze, embarrassment at her wayward thoughts making her tongue-tied. Catalina cupped her chin and raised her head up until she had no choice but to look at her, and amused affection was written all over the woman’s features. She looked as though she cared, truly cared, for Goldie, and that thought caused an answering glow in Goldie’s chest.

  “Don’t stop now, sweet girl. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. I can guess, because your body gives you away, but I’d like to hear you say the words.”

  Goldie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Really what was it with them all insisting that she bare her innermost thoughts to them? While there was something incredibly freeing about that, it was also decidedly disconcerting.

  “It’s hot,” she finally said, and the approval that lit up the other woman’s eyes meant far too much to her right now. She couldn’t be falling for Catalina, too, could she? Goldie hastily shoved that thought into her do not even go there box in her brain, and offered Cat a hesitant smile instead.

  “Now, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it, sweetie?” Cat asked. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. It’s fucking hot to see those marks on you, and I have every intention to leave my own bite right here.”

  Goldie’s heart-rate kicked up into dangerous territory, as Cat traced her fingernails along Goldie’s collar bone, over to the other side, and tapped the fleshy part of her shoulder.

  “Right here, though Jacob has been there already, so maybe I’ll do it here.”

  She trailed her digits lower, leaving a heated, and bone deep awareness of the other woman on Goldie’s skin, until she circled her breasts. Her fingers pinched each nipple in turn, and sore as they still were from all the earlier attention they had received, the pain shot straight to her clit, and Goldie moaned.